After the Fake Young Lady Stole Everything from Me, I Became the World’s Sweetheart - Chapter 442 - Four-Hundred and Forty-Two: Pick Out

Michael Aurelius, the young heir to the Aurelius family is a white-ringed mage, the weakest and most pitiful mage in existence. Capable of only performing chore magic, he is deemed worthless despite being born into the noble and respected Aurelius family.Yet things take a turn when tragedy strikes, leaving the young and weak mage alone, fighting for his life in the mana-scarred lands. A mysterious power awakens within Michael, giving him a glimpse of the strength he had always been yearning for.But all is not as it seems. With most of the arcane knowledge lost due to the great war two-thousand years ago, civilization has yet to recover.Read along as Michael begins his journey towards his ultimate goal—strength.Because only by being strong will he be able to exact revenge on those who have wronged him. Only then can he surpass those who mocked him.

Defiance of natural order of a single young Dragon soul.

Buried alive. Forgotten by the world. Cursed to refine death itself.Rin Xie clawed his way out of his own grave with nothing but broken nails, shattered bones, and a core pulsing with rot. In a world where the heavens punish the wicked with celestial fire, where death cultivators are hunted like beasts, Rin awakens with a forbidden path—one that feeds on pain, suffering, and the ashes of the dead.He cannot heal. He cannot forget. But every wound, every betrayal, every death he witnesses becomes fuel for his ascension.Under a crimson eclipse, he walks through battlefields where spirits still scream. In deserts of bone, he consumes lotus flowers blooming from despair. He learns techniques the heavens sealed away in fear—Soul Wither Pulse, Requiem Bloom, Grief Reclamation.But the deeper he dives into death, the less human he becomes.He no longer cries for the fallen.He no longer prays for peace.He begins to wonder—what kind of death should he become?In a world where power devours morality, Rin Xie will either become the end of all things...Or something worse.

The Empress who dies in torture, An Rushuang is her name. After she wakes up, she finds herself has time-travelled to when she was twelve years old, but she would turn into Major General’s white horse at night. He is a general who orders about the winds and clouds on the battlefield, and she is a little girl lives in her boudoir seclusively.

She endeavors to change her fate, and he spared no effort to win every battle. They meet each other every day, well, it’s night to be accurate. Is that a dream or not? She pleads to marry the seignior to win peace for her family, only to find he is the one she is going to marry.

“Growing old with you under the same roof is my long-cherished wish”, thought them both.